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[waywardaughter]

I just quit my job at the yacht club after one of those rich, fat bastards tried their hand at sexual assault in the storeroom

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[createthemess]

What?! The fucking bastard! Can't you do anything?

I'm totally coming over. No one makes my friends hate their breasts.

[waywardaughter]

The guy is richer than London. It's easier just to leave.

I like Daria company.

[createthemess]

Wanker.

Not you, obviously.

I am so there, babe!

[the_black_pope]

I'm not going to say I told you so. I'm going to break his face.

[waywardaughter]

Davis, don't. You'll only get me into more shit.

[moonsridinghigh]

I'm sorry, Coraline. He has no right to touch you. Did you talk to anyone at the club about this?

[waywardaughter]

What would I even say, Con? "Hi, one of your main rich dudes tried to rape me in the storeroom"? Who are they going to believe, me or him?

[moonsridinghigh]

They'll believe me. Or at least I hope they will. And I believe you. I can talk to the manager on your behalf and see what I can do. I'm sorry, I should have done it to start with, I just didn't think he would go any further.

[waywardaughter]

It's over now. I just want to find a job far away from his creepiness now. I don't want you to get into trouble.

Hey, were you serious about having a spare TV around the Vatican could borrow? (Thinking about TVs is better than blah.)

[psychrament]

I'll be right with you.

[waywardaughter]

Thanks, Allanah <3